Passion of the Nile

Kamali could still hardly believe the turn her life had recently taken. The green and grey-scaled lizard girl was abducted from her tribe mere weeks ago, went through such hard times as a slave in the palace of a distant land, with a different culture and surrounded by different species, none of which were reptiles like her. She had more or less given up any hope that life would have something good left for her by the time she was chosen by the powerful, handsome and gentle warrior MesAnpu. Out of all female slaves in the palace, the towering, black-furred jackal had chosen the tiny, fearful lizard girl to be his for the night. Even though he had been without a woman for who knows how long, he took his time to make her first time something special and pleasurable. Not only that, he had even surprised her at the end with a marriage proposal, telling her of his wish to settle down and wanting her to be a part of his new life as his wife. He had still been there as the sun rose the next morning, smiling at her as he held her in his arms, and for the first time in a long while, Kamali had no longer felt alone. The warrior desired her, made her feel beautiful, wanted her body and wanted to see her happy at the same time, and now he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Sadly, they had to part again after a quick breakfast, for MesAnpu was ordered to make a more detailed report by the pharaoh's general. The jackal promised to see her again in the evening though, having not forgotten his promise last night to take her with him when he left for his new home.

Kamali put on her white skirt, the one she wore when MesAnpu choose her in the audience hall. Actually, it was the only type of clothing she was given to wear in the palace. Even after all these weeks it still felt alien to her to leave her chest bare. Within her culture it was considered inappropriate, but here it wasn't, so she tried her best not to feel embarrassed as she continued sticking with that habit. Much to her surprise, her fellow slaves treated her very differently as she left the bedroom and went for breakfast. For the first time, the cook served her the fruits and vegetables she had to eat instead of the grains the mammals got without scolding her with his gaze. As they were done with eating, two cheetah girls that had never even paid attention to her before even bowed slightly in front of her: “We will do the work in the silo today, so you can take the day off.” One of them giggled.
“Thank you.” Kamali said, surprised. Remembering very well how they had treated her before, she decided to be polite, but nothing more.

The day passed by as if it were a dream. Her surroundings seemed so unreal, her thoughts kept on drifting back to the last night, to the man that had made love to her. It had been far more wonderful than she had ever expected her first time to be. But as the evening drew closer, Kamali wondered if he would really return for her to take her with him to his new life. Were his words honest? Did he really want her for more than entertainment for one night? It was still hard to believe after all the struggling and the humiliation she had experienced here. Surely he had no reason to lie to her, and he clearly had enough clout that there was no reason the pharaoh would be unwilling to give him a single servant girl. Finally, she was ordered to visit the first slave. 

She entered the small chamber of the first slave, an elder tapir who bowed slightly. Did he try to smile at her? She had never seen him showing any emotion other than annoyance towards her. 
“Please Kamali, sit down.” He gestured to a simple chair and Kamali did as ordered, waiting for her superior to do the same. Once again, she realized that she was more nude then clothed and started moving around on her chair, nervous as she was.
“You impressed MesAnpu quite a bit.”
“I did?” Kamali asked, her heart beating fast. As strange as it sounded, a part of her had almost hoped that this talk wouldn't take place. True, she hated her life here and was grateful that MesAnpu had offered to take her away from it all, but then again, the unknown scared her just as much as it excited her. And what could be more unknown than marrying a man that, no matter how handsome, charming and romantic, she had known for less than a day?

The tapir nodded: “Apparently. He even wishes to see you again. He has asked for another audience with the pharaoh and I was ordered to bring you to accompany him.” The man’s eyes narrowed: “Now, I don’t know exactly what he intends, but this could be a great opportunity for you, so don't mess this up.”
Kamali gulped, then nodded. Little did the head slave know, she knew exactly what was going on here. So MesAnpu had kept his word. He really was serious about asking the pharaoh to free her from slavery so that he can marry her.
“And when will I be seeing him?” Kamali dared to ask, leaving open whether she was referring to the pharaoh or the warrior she had spent last night with.
“Right away.” the first slave said, then opened a little box right next to him on the desk. Sighing, he pulled a golden pectoral out: “We don't want you to look too shabby, right?”
“No, of course not.” Kamali couldn’t help but smile as she saw the valuable jewels.

Her heart was throbbing hard as the tapir lead her towards the audience hall. This was second time within two days she was here, and this time she was actually being led to her wedding. Except, it wasn't her family who was by her side but the slave that treated her like a useless animal for weeks, and she wasn't going to marry another lizard from her tribe that she had known for years, but a mammal that she had only met yesterday and yet was much better looking than any potential suitor from her village and had made her first time more wonderful than she ever would have imagined her wedding night would have gone. 

The doors were opened for them and they stepped in. This time, no rows of slaves and soldiers stood along the massive columns and Kamali stopped at the door for a moment, being even more daunted by the huge, empty hall then she would have been had it been crowded. The tapir had to literally push her forward into the room, so she would approach the throne. She felt every step she took on the hard stone floor, realizing that the mighty pharaoh, that muscular, strong lion on the throne, was watching every step of the way. Today, the pharaoh wasn’t wearing the armor he had put on when the soldiers had returned yesterday. Instead, he wore a simple white linen loincloth, but one with golden decorations along its precise folds. A gold and blue scarf with a golden cobra towering over it completed the less formal, yet still regal, attire. 

Her attention was quickly drawn towards the figure that was standing in front of the throne, facing the pharaoh, so she could only see the muscular back of MesAnpu, who turned his head towards her, smiling. The jackal looked as stunning as ever. Determined, experienced, yet kind and charming. Kamali could see the affection in his eyes as he gazed upon her, an enthusiasm that reminded her of a young boy, and she couldn't help but smile back at him, her earlier intimidation at the prospect of marrying him melting away under his warm gaze.

“Kamali, please come closer.” The pharaoh ordered with deep commanding voice and the lizard girl did as she was told.
She stepped up next to MesAnpu and bowed low, her back forming an even, horizontal line.
“MesAnpu, you may repeat your request now.” The pharaoh turned to the warrior. He too now wore a simple white loincloth and Kamali had to struggle to keep her eyes from wandering to his exposed, fit body covered in shimmering black fur.
“My pharaoh, king of upper and lower Egypt, your humble servant requests of you that you would give him this slave-” he reached out and took Kamali's hand, his silken fur and gentle touch sending jolts of excitement through the girl: “- as a wife. If you so choose in your eternal wisdom, please give your servants your blessing.”
The lion nodded: “So it shall be, take her as your wife, my blessing is with you.” The pharaoh's expression turned into a smile: “Well, it seems your stay in my palace wasn't a long one, MesAnpu. You've always known to be an unconventional man, so I trust you know what you're doing.”
“I do, my king.” The warrior gently squeezed Kamali's hand, and she couldn't help but squeeze it back.
“Good, I will call you when I need your services again, but for now I wish you the very best in life. Did you already decide when you will check out the new lands I've granted you?”
MesAnpu looked over to Kamali, smiling: “I want to go as soon as I can, today even, my king.”
The pharaoh chuckled: “I can see why. Good, my servants will help you packing, and my script is instructed to show you the mansion and the land. You may go now.”

Both of them bowed in unison and walked backwards, not turning their backs to the king, out of the hall. Kamali's legs were trembling, and she hardly noticed that she was still holding MesAnpu's hand. Her husband’s hand, she had to remind herself. Everything felt like in a dream as she reflexively turned in the direction towards the slave quarters.
“Where are you going?” The jackal asked with kind voice.
“I-” Kamali turned and looked up at him, having to think about it herself for a moment: “I need to get my things.”
He smiled at her: “Everything will be taken care of. From now on, you will have your own servants who deal with such work. All will be brought to our house.” 
Our. How weird that sounded. And thinking about it, there were few personal belongings Kamali possessed anyway. When they had taken her from her village, there was no time to take much with her and even If she had, it would most likely been lost in the desert or…no, she didn't really have anything besides her clothes and the best attire she wore already.
She looked over to her husband, searching for an answer, but before she could speak, he went down on his knees, so that he was eye level with her, maybe even slightly lower. He gazed into her eyes for a moment, and then he wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her slender form against his body. She could feel his silken fur against her smooth scales, his toned muscles firmly but gently pressing against her breasts and abdomen, one of his hands caressing her bare back and the other softly stroking her long black hair, his warmth enveloping her torso, all of which made her shiver in delight. 
He whispered in her ear: “Don't worry Kamali, your life will be different from now on, and I will make sure it will be a good one. I've always dreamed of settling down with a woman as beautiful and wonderful as you after the war. As my wife you deserve the very best.”
“I – Thank you.” She answered, stroking the fur on his back in return, feeling completely safe and secure in his arms. She savored the sensation of his body pressed against hers for a moment longer, sending all kinds of different feelings through her. Then she looked into his eyes again, feeling her legs trembling as he leaned in to kiss her, his canine muzzle soft and gentle against her reptilian snout, like the promise that he had just given her. She was reminded of their shared night, the passion she had felt both in him and in herself for the first time and from his embrace and kiss alone, she felt her desire waking again.
“I really do want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I promise I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”
Kamali was almost brought to tears from his words, she gently stroked his cheek: “You already do.”
He smiled, then stood up, once again towering over her. “We have to get going.” He said with a smile still on his face. Despite having to crane her neck to look him in the eye, she quickly realized that any intimidation she felt about her new husband had now completely melted away, and she couldn't help but smile back.
“Of course.”

As the two left the palace, stepping into the bright light of the early afternoon, the young lizard thought for a moment that a caravan had arrived. At least a dozen donkeys with their herders were waiting in front of the palace. Each one was carrying heavy boxes or bales of cloth. There were also two wooden sedans, covered with linen curtains, standing on small pedestals with two servants in front and behind each of them, ready to take the bars. 

It took a moment for Kamali to realize that this wasn't a caravan, it was the cavalcade that would bring her and her husband to their new home, together with his – or was it their? – belongings. MesAnpu must have recognized her uncertainty. He took the young woman’s hand and guided her to the sedan, helping her in. Holding the curtain open for her, he granted her his kindest smile: “Too bad that we need to separate for a bit, as I'm afraid your carriers wouldn't be able to lift me.” He continued smiling that boyish smile she liked so much and went to his own means of transport.

It took Kamali a while to get used of this way of traveling. The sedan moved slightly with every step the servants took and even though she had never been on a boat, she was pretty sure that it was a similar kind of movement. But she felt perfectly safe with those strong men carrying her and she had time to admire the beautiful landscape as they traveled. The small group had chosen a path along the mighty Nile. It was like a never ending garden within the desert. Small boats with their white sails passed by in the river, while gardens, fields and fresh meadows alternated as they made their way and every now and then she could see a small village or a white temple on the opposing riverbank. 

The gently swaying of the sedan made her sleepy, and she drifted into a peaceful state between awake and asleep where she hardly took notice of her surroundings until she heard the sound of a horn in the distance. She opened the curtain and looked out. The group had left the path along the river and was now on a paved road leading slightly upwards. Still surrounded by the green the river gifted this land with, they soon passed through the high gate of a white wall. Only now could she see the mansion. A beautiful assortment of buildings, all shining in bright white, interrupted by colorful paintings, flat roofs forming a number of terraces, and hedges and palms framing the mansion.

Kamali was very impressed. While this building was of course smaller than the palace, it was in no way less beautiful, quite contrary. It lacked the awe inspiring aura of power in favor of a gentler, calmer beauty.

Gently, her sedan was lowered to the ground and Kamali got out, and walked a short distance to MesAnpu’s side as he left his own sedan. “So, here we are,” the man said as he once again smiled at Kamali, gently taking her hand in his, and then looked left and right, nodding in approval. Only a moment later, about half a dozen servants approached, bowing in front of their new master, and Kamali realized, also to her, who felt oddly in the wrong place that moment, before they started to unload the donkeys.

An elder fennec approached MesAnpu: “Master, my name is Misalu, I'm the majordomo of the house. If you allow me, I will show you your new property. Forgive me, but there are many important matters I need to bring you up to speed with, so this may take a while.”
MesAnpu looked down at Kamali, slightly uncertain what to do.
“It's okay, I can check out the house myself.” Kamali said, surprised about her own sudden determination.
“I’ll be as fast as I can.” MesAnpu promised. He turned toward the lizard, again taking her into his arms, pulling her against his chest carefully. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating from him as well as his heartbeat. Did it always beat so fast? She returned the embrace, her own hands took hold of his back as her face was buried in his chest, enjoying the soft fur covering it. He then leaned down to kiss her, and she raised her head, closing her eyes to receive his kiss. It was a slow, intense kiss and she felt as if he didn't want it to end, but of course, it finally did: “I will see you again soon.” he whispered and Kamali nodded, realizing that she was just as impatient to see him again as he was to her. 
“I will show you around, mistress.” A cheerful female voice behind her said. She turned around to see a young mouse girl with light brown fur and wavy brown shoulder-length hair smiling at her as she took a bow. Unlike everyone else Kamali had seen at the estate so far, she was completely nude without even a simple loincloth to cover her, which Kamali had long since learned was considered normal in this land. She was clearly younger than Kamali, still not in the age where she would be considered old enough to be with a mate. The lizard girl had grown used to seeing children walking around naked in this country, though the mouse's swelling chest and darkening fur between her legs showed that she wouldn’t be a child for much longer.
“My name is Thanee.” The mouse smiled sweetly at her.
“Kamali.” The lizard replied, smiling back.
“It's very vice to meet you, mistress.” Thanee said: “I'm the daughter of the script here, and I’d be happy to show you around your new house. What do you wish to see first?”
“To be honest, I've never been in such a house, I don't know.” Kamali felt stupid for beginning to stumble.
“Never? Oh, then you definitely need to see the game room, and the bath and the trophy room of course.” She clasped her hands behind her back and rocked back and forth on her heels while continuing to smile brightly at her new mistress. Unlike the treatment Kamali received at the palace, Thanee clearly didn’t care about the fact that she was a foreign-born lizard, and it made her feel even more at ease with her new situation.
Kamali giggled. The little mouse was so active and lively, and she already enjoyed her company: “I've just had a long trip, do you think there's a place where I can just relax a little?”
The mouse rubbed her nose: “Hmm.” Then her expression turned into a bright smile: “I know just the perfect place for that! Come.”

Kamali followed the mouse girl inside. For a moment, the lizard was again feeling daunted and small within the massive white walls, those beautiful wall paintings and the clean marble floor. Then she remembered that all this was hers, at least partly, for she was now the lady of the house and the thought made her head spin. Thanee greeted a few servants who all bowed in front of Kamali, a weird and new experience that continued to make her feel slightly uncomfortable. 
“Here we are!” Thanee finally announced, opening a heavy wooden door, showing a huge bath behind it. It was unlike anything Kamali had ever seen. The huge rectangular basin was surrounded by loungers and potted plants, making it almost look like the oasis she had passed through when being brought to this land. The three walls of the huge room were decorated with paintings showing fishing scenes and beautiful bathing people while the forth wall was almost entirely replaced by slender columns resembling papyrus trunks, the open arches between them granting a view onto the real river Nile some distance away. 

“It's beautiful.” Kamali stated in awe.
“Your bathroom.” Thanee gestured into the room, giggling slightly.
Seeing the calm surface of the bath, Kamali suddenly felt the urge to get into the water. After all, even the luxurious way of transportation she arrived in left her covered with some dirt of the street, and the heat of the day was becoming unbearable.
“Would it be okay if I go in?” She asked.
“Of course, you are the lady of the house, do whatever you feel like doing.”
Even though Kamali was, as usual here, only wearing loincloth, less than she would have felt comfortable with in her old life, she hesitated for a moment to fully undress. Then she realized how stupid that would be. No one aside from Thanee would see her, the mansion was too high up and far away for anyone on or near the river to see inside, and the servants were most likely busy in the fields or in other parts of the house. And Thanee? She already felt that she could trust that young girl and after all, the mouse was nude herself and clearly didn't care about it. So finally, Kamali pulled the loincloth from her hips, throwing it onto a lounger and stepped into the wonderfully cool water. 

Walking down a couple of stairs, she dove in completely, then, as she surfaced again, stroked her long hair back, the water running down her back and caressing her scales. Finally she turned to Thanee: “Want to join me?”
Thanee shook her head, she had already walked over to one of the loungers where only now Kamali noticed a harp she was standing next to: “Not right now, but if you would allow it, I'd like to play something for you?”
“Oh, yes, of course. Thank you.” Kamali nodded and a moment later, after Thanee had sat down, the room was filled with the slow, melodic sound of the exotic instrument, as the mouse played an ancient tune. 

Kamali sighed happily, the water was such a blessing for her scales and the sound was pleasing to her ears. In the palace, she had heard music before. Most of the times, it had been loud marching music, or the fast, demanding sounds played at a banquet. That music had always kept Kamali on alert, but this tune was calming and gentle.

Thanee kept on playing for a long time, allowing Kamali to swim through the basin a couple of times, before she sat down at a spot where the water wasn't as deep, closing her eyes and just letting the gentle movement of the water caress her body. It was such a wonderful relief and it calmed her greatly. So many things had happened and even though she was happy about all these changes and embraced them willingly, there still hadn't been a moment for her to slow down, catch her breath and let her take everything in. As she thought about the most recent events, her mind wandered back to the last night, to MesAnpu who had made love to her for the very first time and to how she had felt that moment. His fit body against her, his soft fur warming her scales, his gentle hands caressing her, his mouth against hers, his tongue –

Her eyes snapped open again. She blushed, hoping that it wasn't visible on her scales as she realized that her body had started responding to the mere memory of last night. She turned her head to see Thanee smiling into her direction.
“You don't have such baths in your homeland?” she asked innocently. Kamali was relieved, as she didn't want to show this young girl how she was feeling towards MesAnpu.
“Oh, no, no we don't.” she giggled: “We have the big lake behind the village, but the men go there for fishing and we get the water for cooking and drinking. No one ever had the idea to just relax there.” There was a slight sting in her heart when she remembered that this was all in the past now. Most likely, she would never see her home village or family again, then her attention shifted to what she had gained instead and the music brought her back into her new, better life.
“I understand, most people here don't have such luxury either, but the wife of such a highly decorated officer gets the very best.” 
His wife. Kamali smiled at the word. It still sounded odd, but so very good to her ears. 

Some time later, Kamali turned to Thanee again: “Thank you for the wonderful music. I think I had enough swimming today, I don't want to grow webbings.” Both girls giggled at the comment and when Kamali got up again, the water running from her smooth scales, Thanee had already grabbed a towel and headed for where Kamali left the basin: “It’s okay, I can do that myself.” the lizard girl announced.
“I know, but the lady of the house shouldn't have to.”
Smiling, Kamali let Thanee place the towel on her shoulders, before she started to rub her dry. The fabric was incredibly soft and felt warm and Thanee's gentle yet determined hands did a great job drying her in no time. Then, she handed Kamali her loincloth, which the former slave took thankfully, her concern that anyone else might see her completely naked still lingering in her mind, even though she was practically naked even with this piece of cloth on.

“Do you know about Senet?” Thanee asked suddenly.
“No.” Kamali shook her head, surprised at the seemingly random question: “Who's that?”
Thanee laughed and the lizard girl tilted her head, unsure what was so funny about her question: “It's not a person silly, it's a board game.” Thanee explained, leading Kamali into an adjacent room. The room was as bright and open as the bath had been, and it contained a couple of tables with matching chairs. Shelves on the walls contained numerous boards made of wood, clay or even more expensive material like ivory or faience. Also there were balls and rackets, rings and other equipment for playing games, most of them alien to the former village girl. Thanee took out an elongated board and placed it on a table, offering Kamali a chair. The lizard noticed a bowl with fruit and a can with water set up on the table for them already.
“Okay, the rules are simple.” Thanee started, sitting down opposite to Kamali.

As the sun set, the two were still playing, having switched from Senet to a game of Mehen in the meantime.
“Oh, it's getting dark.” Thanee said as one of the slaves stepped in, bowing before the girls and started lighting four oil lamps. 
“Where is MesAnpu?” Kamali asked the slave, suddenly surprised by herself, taking an active role.
“He's in the dining hall, waiting for you.” The slave said with a gentle expression on his face, bowing again: “I can show you the way if you want.”
“I'll go and help my parents prepare dinner. I'll see you tomorrow?” Thanee, said standing up.
“Of course – and thank you.” Kamali answered, walking around the table and hugging the little mouse tightly, happy to have found such a good friend already.

MesAnpu was already sitting at the richly set table, and smiled over to Kamali like a young boy when she entered. Had he been waiting for her? For how long? She walked over to him, feeling her legs trembling. He was just so handsome and yet, his gaze resting on her made her at the same time proud and nervous. She looked into his eyes and saw the same affection and attraction she felt for him, which he had shown her nonstop since they met – less than a day ago, she once again realized. It seemed absurd, feeling this strongly about someone she had just met yesterday and spent only a single night with, and yet here she was, ready and willing to spend the rest of her life with him, and from the way he looked at her she could tell he felt the same way. She had never experienced being looked with such desire. She felt her breasts moving slightly as she walked, once again reminding her of her partial nudity, but her old urge to cover herself was completely gone now. It was not only common here, but right now, she wanted to gratify the man who had done so much for her with that sight, and she felt completely comfortable being topless in his presence.

Besides, she realized as she took in the sight of his bare torso, her new husband was no more clothed than she was, and she enjoyed the view of his strong chest and abdomen covered in night black fur just as much as she knew he enjoyed the sight of her breasts and belly covered in smooth green and grey scales. It was strange, she was reminded of how different he was from her every time she looked at him, and yet she felt completely at ease in his presence. At ease, and so much more, feeling her scales warm at the mere sight of him and his gaze upon her.

The warrior jumped up from his chair before she was at him, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. Once again, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips, making her moan. She opened her mouth to receive his kiss, her heart beating faster the same moment as her newly awakened desire claimed her.
“Did you enjoy your day?” He said quietly.
“Yes, it's been wonderful and this house, it's just, amazing.” Kamali answered, smiling warmly at MesAnpu, who was still holding her shoulders, his firm but gentle grip making her heart flutter and her knees shake.
“Not nearly as amazing as you are.” He answered still with a smile playing around his muzzle. He let go of her shoulders and gently took her hand in his. Seeing and feeling her hand in his massive grip was another reminder of how small she was compared to her mate, and yet she felt completely safe and warm in his presence. "Let us have dinner, I had the cooks prepare something special for our wedding day."

He escorted her to her chair, and once she was seated, he let go of her hand and sat down in a chair next to her. She took in the sight of the luxurious dinner sprawled before her on the table, more food than she had ever seen before in her life. Much to Kamali's delight, her portion of the meal consisted of fruits and vegetables, spiced up with fresh fish from the river, and prepared in such a beautiful manner that made it look far more expensive and appetizing than any meal she had ever eaten, either in the palace or back home in her village. 

MesAnpu once again smiled warmly down at her: "Eat freely, my wife. You deserve all this and so much more." She remember how considerate he had been of her dietary needs last night despite having just met her, and she wasn't surprised that he and the servants had done some research about what she could eat. It only underlined that he and everyone else here wanted to make her life better.

The food was, of course, delicious. The two of them didn't speak much during the dinner, though Kamali mentioned Thanee and was touched that MesAnpu was happy that she had found a friend so fast. Was this how a married couple talked? Maybe, she had no idea how they were supposed to talk in private, but between them there seemed to be an understanding that they didn't want too many distractions from the luxurious dinner before them.

Having eaten up, it was her who stood up first, walking over to the jackal and extending her hand to his, showing newfound confidence and initiative that she wouldn't have dreamed of showing a mere day ago. He smiled and willingly took her hand and let her pull him from his chair. He was so much taller than she was and it felt somewhat odd taking the lead like this, but still, it felt right and his calmness and affectionate smile encouraged her to guide him to the only other door in the room. The one she had entered through lead to the bath and the game room, so she guessed the other lead to their current destination. Just thinking about it made her heart skip a beat, she was about to once again experience what had brought them together, and she realized that she couldn't wait for her wedding night to be underway.

The bedroom they now entered wasn't as large as the other rooms she had been in, but no less impressive. Again, the room seemed to open towards the Nile on one side, with thick brightly colored columns, carrying oil lamps that threw a flickering light and shadows onto the scenery. But the heavy, red curtains were closed now, giving the room a more intimate, cozy feel. Kamali also noticed the furniture, delicate, elegant, and clearly very expensive. Dark wood, gold and lapis lazuli were the materials for petite tables, chairs and chests. There was a huge brazen mirror and of course, a massive bed with extravagantly carved lion heads on its endings. 

Carefully, as if she was worried the beautiful sight in front of her would vanish if she didn't pay attention, Kamali took a few steps into the room. The ocean of white linen sheets with soft cushions at one end made for an impossibly inviting sight. The thought that this is where she would be sleeping from now on, after spending her whole life sleeping on animal hides in her village and then a simple straw bed in the palace slave quarters for the past few weeks, once again made her head spin – and the knowledge that she wouldn't be enjoying it alone, and who she would be sharing it with, made it even more exhilarating. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn't the bed itself, but the memory of last night that made her feel so expectant. 

Suddenly, MesAnpu turned around to Kamali. He was so much bigger than she was. He went down on his knees and suddenly, she could almost look down at him, but now they were about at eye level when he wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders, pulling her close and engaging into another kiss, more demanding and passionate now as his tongue licked over her lips, seducing her to part her lips and greet his tongue with hers as they shared their first kiss in what was going to be their bedroom from now on. 

Their kiss lasted for many long moments and Kamali submitted totally to it, loving the taste and feel of her husband, closing her eyes as their tongues danced with each other, noticing that his hands had started roaming around over her slender back.

He just loved the feeling of her scales. So warm and smooth and at the same time firm and lithe. As his hands wandered over her back, he felt her trembling slightly, as she still wasn't completely used to being touched that way. Still kissing her, MesAnpu had to smile, she would get used to it pretty soon and from what he had seen in the last night, he could tell that she was already enjoying it. He traced down along the groove of her spine as his hands wandered deeper, closing around her narrow waist, where he stopped for a moment, breaking the kiss. As he moved his face slightly away from hers, he could see affection and anticipation in her eyes: “Your scales feel so wonderful.” He said, making her look down for a moment.
“You really think so?” She said, once again feeling the heat rising under her scales.
“Yes. They are beautiful, just like everything else about you.” He said and nodded, emphasizing his statement: “Being able to touch you is a privilege I'm most grateful for, my gorgeous wife.” He added, and then moved forward to kiss her neck. His tender kisses there felt wonderful, and she felt his hands now wandering a little deeper, feeling the edge of her loincloth and sliding under it. Kamali shivered visibly at the touch and inhaled sharply, making him pause for a moment only to notice her wriggling against him, urging him to move on apparently. Both hands felt the slender curves of her firm behind, maneuvering underneath her thick tail and resting on her cheeks, gently rubbing the smooth scales and squeezing the soft flesh underneath as he continued to devour the delicate skin on her neck, making her melt in his arms and whimper in joy, before he grasped the edges of the loincloth and slipped it down over her legs. Now completely nude, she quickly stepped out of the pile of cloth and her small hands moved to his loincloth, gentle palms stroking over the already visible bulge on the front of it. He smiled at her encouragingly as she undressed him, sighing as she pulled off his single article of clothing and freed his considerable member between his kneeling legs, unable to remove her eyes from it. But, as his desire was building fast as well, he didn't give her too much time to enjoy the sight. Not wanting to wait any longer, he moved his right hand to her chest. Even though her breasts weren’t small in comparison to her entire frame, they were easily engulfed by his hands due to their size difference and with joy, he gently massaged her left breast with his fingertips in a circular motion, then placed his palm over it and tenderly squeezed it, the soft, scale-covered flesh feeling wondrous in his grip, and eliciting a delightful moan from her. She looked and felt so different from the mammal and avian women he had bedded in the past, yet no less beautiful; on the contrary, her unique reptilian features made her even more beautiful and desirable in his eyes, and he felt so happy and grateful to have her as his wife. He quickly pushed those thoughts aside and turned his focus back to her, as she deserved nothing less than his complete and undivided attention this very moment. He took her already hardening nipple between two of his fingers, as he applied a little pressure, and then brought his muzzle to her right breast, gently kissing and licking her nipple and the surrounding skin as his fingers continued to stimulate her other breast, causing his wife to moan in lust even more. His free hand came to rest upon her naked behind again, pulling her in as his muzzle abandoned her chest and met her snout for another passionate kiss, her young body firmly against his hard member now as canid and lizard tongues danced around each other in their mouths. 

After another long kiss, he slid one of his hands around her body, the other, still resting upon her behind moved lower and, as he stood up, he effortlessly lifted the small, light girl up, making her squeal in surprise. For a moment, she seemed to worry at being lifted high so suddenly, but then instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck for additional support, now feeling completely safe within his arms as he carried her over to the bed, looking down at his wife with loving eyes. 

Gently, he lowered her down onto the bed, stepping back a little to admire her beautiful green and grey form within the white sheets, where she stretched out for him: “Come to me, husband.” She said, a slight tremble indicating to him that she herself still felt a bit uncertain but enjoyed her new role. He nodded and did just that, leaning over her on the bed, only to find her placing her hands on his shoulders as she sat up, took the lead and pushed him over into the sheets. She was so small compared to him, and yet he gladly allowed her delicate arms and hands to guide him to lying on his back, loving the sensation of her soft touch as she climbed on top of him and buried her hands in his chest fur.

Running her hands over his chest felt fantastic. When they had their first night together, she had been overwhelmed by the feeling of his mammalian fur. So soft and warm, alien but in a very enjoyable way. Back then, she been overwhelmed by all the new experiences, but now, she had gained more confidence to take the initiative and indulge in her newly awakened sexuality. She wasn't ashamed to admit to herself that she greatly enjoyed the feeling of her husband's body, and she would touch and caress him to her heart's content just as he had done to her. Slowly she let her hands slide down, her fingers spread, she felt them sink into the black silken fur a little, drawing thin lines onto him that vanished quickly, as she proceeded to feel up his pectorals, and then slid down to his abdomen, relishing in the feeling. She could feel his breathing, the warmth his body radiated and his muscles underneath his fur, now relaxing to her touch. She then let herself fall facedown onto him, wrapping her arms around his sides, her face buried in his chest fur, her torso pressing down on him and her breasts flattened against his abdomen, his warmth engulfing her, all of which contributed to the blissful sensation as she swam in an ocean of black fur.

What did he expect of her, his wife, to do now? She was still very new at this and she knew that he was far more experienced. But as she got up and looked into his eyes, she realized that she couldn't possibly do anything wrong. She could tell that all he wanted was her, being with her in this moment, so why shouldn't she go with what felt right to her? It was easy to let go of her restraint and cast aside any doubts, here, with him. And he seemed to be waiting to find out what she wanted to do. 

Her hands trembled slightly as she slowly moved lower. She couldn’t get over how gorgeous her new husband was, strong and muscular yet still nimble, soft with his thick fur and thrillingly big compared to her, and as she looked up at him she relished sight of his handsome face surrounded by wild black hair. Much to her enjoyment, she felt him tensing and inhaling sharp as she moved lower, her touch having such a strong effect upon him. The young woman pushed herself up next to him, kissing and licking his abdomen as he sat up on the bed, soon feeling his arm around her neck, before her hand touched something warm and hard down there, making him gasp.

“You like it?” She asked.
MesAnpu nodded: “Yes.”
Becoming even more confident, Kamali stroked over his thick shaft with one hand and gently grasped his jewels in the other, savoring the feeling of both warm skin and soft fur, sighing just from the memory of how the organ in her hands had felt inside her the other night. His member was rather big, and yet it didn't even hurt. He made sure it didn’t hurt, she corrected herself. She knew how much he lusted for her and that he could've simply taken what he wanted, and as a slave she would’ve had no choice but to submit to his wishes, and yet he still held back and took the time to make her first time a wonderful experience. The realization alone made her fell warm and comfortable in affection and gratitude. A while ago, she overheard two slave girls in the palace talking about how to make a man feel good. Maybe she could show her husband how she felt about him, too?

Finding herself much more confident than she used to be, Kamali crawled onto her hands and feet in front of him, licking her lips at the sight of his hard shaft, her own body responding to the sight, filling her with a tingling sensation of desire. She gently kissed his lower abdomen, making him sigh again, showing her that she was doing things right, then slowly, her hand still stroking his inner thigh, she kissed her way down. Her other hand stroked upwards, continuing to feel his balls, making him gasp and herself sigh in desire. Then her hand stroked his member, feeling its warmth and the unevenness of its surface. Then, blushing deep, she moved her lips to his tip, kissing it and making him gasp again.

He tasted so good, there was a faint fragrance of exotic oils left on him and the taste of his arousal and it only fueled Kamali's desire. She opened her lips to let her tongue gently move over his tip, resulting in him groaning again and lifting his hips against her. Soon, her long, slender lizard tongue licked over him with growing enthusiasm, while her hand rested on his base, feeling his warmth radiating from him. Her tongue, longer than that of any mammal, slipped over him, curling around his pole, at least halfway down to her hand. With a sigh, she opened her mouth wider, and slipped her lips over his tip, taking him into her mouth, sucking and licking all the while. 

Soon, she heard him panting and moaning, his body flexing under her attention. She had of course never done anything like that before, but what she lacked in experience, she made up with her enthusiasm. She wanted this, she wanted to show him what she could do for him, that she could make him feel good. Not out of gratitude, at least not mainly, but out of affection - and, she understood it herself, because it turned her on, too.

Quickly learning what he enjoyed, she soon moved her head down, taking him in deeper until her lips met her hand, then moving back and down again. Her tongue kept on licking and flickering over him until he was panting and moaning hard. Even Kamali could guess that he was getting close to his peak and she realized that she would be able to make him come with her mouth.

But suddenly MesAnpu moved up on the bed, escaping from her attention, leaving her surprised until as he sat up, grabbed the girl under her shoulders and - making her squeal in surprise –lifted her up. He kissed her neck, her chest, and then her belly, steadily bringing her higher and higher until his lips were covering her inner thighs in kisses. She now found herself in mid-air, her husband effortlessly holding her light body high up above his head with his arms fully extended, so that her legs dangled straight downwards and her groin was now level with his mouth, and as he gazed up at her tenderly with his muzzle now resting against her pubic area, she immediately understood his intentions. Gazing back down at him in surprise at his sudden initiative, she realized that she loved the feeling of being held up and supported in his strong arms this way. Without thinking further, she swung her legs onto his shoulders as she felt his hot breath against her already wet sex. Moaning in anticipation, she allowed herself to go limp in his grasp, her legs resting on his shoulders and wrapping around his neck, her torso easily supported by his strong hands and her own hands resting on his head and stroking his wild, black hair, as he kissed both of her inner thighs one right after the other, and then buried his canine muzzle in her sex. The thick, strong and skilled tongue lapping all along the smooth, scaled flesh of her outer lips, then sinking between them, immediately letting the girl melt into a bundle of pleasure in his grip, her body wriggling and flexing as he went on. His tongue alternated between massaging her inner lips and caressing her throbbing clit, making her throw her head from side to side, digging her fingers into his hair. How could anything feel so good? How had she missed out on experiencing this her whole life? It felt so wonderful and as his tongue teased her wet sex, she knew she could give in and come right away. And suddenly that wonderful tongue pushed right into her, greeted by her clenching body and her loud cry of pleasure as she came hard.

He gently pulled her upwards again to remove her now limp legs from his shoulders, and slowly lowered her slender, still quivering body down. She was unable to do anything but pant and recover from the intense orgasm that had left her with such a wonderful, warm afterglow. Her head and shoulders were now level with his, with her straddling his lap and his erect member poking up between her legs and resting against her stomach, as his arms now embraced her once again, supporting her limp body as she leaned against him, and stroked her bare back. He was waiting, maybe he expected her to slide down onto the bed, curl up in a scaled ball and fall asleep, but her desire wasn't yet sated and she wanted to show him that. And just as much, she also wanted to sate his own desire and make him feel just as good as he made her feel. He had already interrupted his own climax to indulge her, and she intended to return the favor, both out of gratitude and because she genuinely wanted to make him feel good.

With a low sigh, she wrapped her long tail around his massive body as much as she could, and looked up at him. His eyes were showing his own desire, but also care and affection and it made her heart beat faster. Wriggling her upper body in a motion that she hoped he would find seductive, she wrapped her arms around his neck and started to pull herself up while still straddling his lap. She pulled herself further up, lifting her hips, whimpering as his hard and warm member brushed against the scales of her lower abdomen. MesAnpu got the idea and helped lift her up, so that her sex was now level with his tip. Then, she closed her eyes and kissed him deep, their different tongues soon engaged in a playful struggle. She rose up so that he barely had to lower his head to kiss her, but most of all, she positioned herself so that his hard shaft slid between her spread legs, teasing her sex and making her tremble in need, before she again lowered herself down, feeling her wet sex effortlessly engulf him, spreading her as he entered. His member now completely filled her as it had the night before, and despite its large size in comparison to her small body, she felt no pain, just a wonderful sensation of lust. 

The previous night, when she had lost her virginity to him, had been incredible. Even though he had been completely in control, he was experienced enough to give her time to adjust to the new sensations and considerate enough to be gentle and not hurt her, making the extra effort to ensure that she enjoyed it. And of course she had, far more than she would've ever imagined. But everything had been so new to her and it had been difficult to take all those new sensations and emotions in, and at the time she could have done little else besides submit to his desires. She had been thankful for him taking the lead in such a way that made her feel good, but now, she was able, and willing, to take charge and act on her own desires, and it only added to her pleasure. She began to raise and lower herself down onto him, placing her hand on his chest, kissing him and making love to him just as he had done to her the night before.

She stretched out, her slender body moving like a reed in the wind, before she once again wrapped her arms around his strong neck for support, as his hand around her waist moved to hold her back, the other sliding down, making her shiver as he took hold of her firm little behind, helping her as she lifted herself up. She shook from pleasant sensations as she felt him sliding slowly from her, every vein and every bump of his hard shaft making her feel pleasure, and just before he could slip from her, she lowered herself down again, faster this time, the sensation being almost overwhelming and making her gasp, before she was able to resume their kiss. Her torso was against his all the while, and the sensation of his body heat engulfing her, his soft fur against her skin, and her breasts pressing against his furry chest and moving up and down, massaging them as she rode his lap, only further added to her pleasure.

As she did this again and again, not really knowing how much she dictated their pace and how much he did with aiding her with his hands, she soon had to place her head against his shoulder, panting in need, bouncing up and down his lap, the wetness coating her scaly thighs and soaking his furry lap, making squishing sounds each time she slammed down again.

It felt wonderful! He was so big compared to her. The night before, there was a brief moment where she was afraid he wouldn't fit, but it was as if their bodies were made for each other and she couldn't imagine anything feeling this good inside of her as she kept on riding him, her body on fire with desire and pleasure. His pants and groans were becoming more and more erratic as well, and his fingers firmly but gently digging into her behind and back, only adding to her pleasure.

Was he expecting her to stop? To do something different, fancy? Most likely not, he was enjoying this as much as she did, and she enjoyed it beyond anything she had ever thought possible. A few moments more, she felt her body tensing up again, a feeling like she had just a moment ago, when his tongue treated her so wonderfully, but stronger, deeper from her core and irresistible. She felt the need to tell him how good he made her feel. Gathering her strength, she hefted herself up with her arms still around his neck as much as she could without making his member fully slip from her, bringing her face to the side of his head, her mouth as close to his ear as possible.
“I'm going to come.” She moaned into his ear and he just groaned in reply, moving her even faster, letting her fall down onto him one more time, making her cry out in ecstasy as she climaxed yet again, her insides squeezing around him as if she wanted to keep him in her forever. And through it all, she gathered her strength and continued to ride him, determined to finish what she had started and make him come inside her, wanting to feel his climax just as much as he did.

This was too much for him. Throwing his head back, howling like his wild cousins, he finally came as well, his member deep within her twitching once, twice, then unloading his hot seed into her, only making her moan in surprise and need, intensifying her still ongoing climax when jet after jet of his nectar filled her. He held tightly onto her all the while, and she embraced him back as much as her slender arms would allow, their bodies clenching together as if they both wanted to hold onto each other forever.

Not long after, MesAnpu fell back onto the bed while still tightly embracing Kamali, pulling her down on top of him, a part of her feeling a bit disappointed as his member slipped from her, not wanting to feel empty of him ever again. She snuggled up against him, her head resting on one of his strong pectorals and her hand resting on the other, feeling his chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathed exhaustedly.
“That…was…wonderful.” He said, panting while warmly smiling down at her.
“Yes…it was…just as...amazing...as last night.” She responded in between panting, just as exhausted and satisfied as he was, and smiled back up at him. 
“I think…it was even more amazing than last night.” He said, catching his breath. "After all, we’re married now. I much prefer to be your husband than your master." He began softly stroking her hair with one hand and her back with the other, and she relished his gentle touch just as much as his words to her.
"Hmm, yes, you're right…and I would much rather be your wife than your slave for just one night." She said, feeling completely at ease with him now. She chose her next words carefully. "But, slave or not, my first time was wonderful because of you, just like now. So…thank you." She crawled upwards to his face, and without any hesitation, tenderly kissed his muzzle.
He kissed her back, and then she broke the kiss and rested her head below his chin, nuzzling his neck. There was no need for any more words between them, and he drifted off to sleep with his wife in his arms, looking forward to greeting the new day with her at his side.

A few minutes later, Kamali was sure that her husband was already asleep. Some of the girls in the palace had told her that this was normal for males, so she thought nothing of it and actually found it pretty cute and a fitting end for their day. 
“Thank you, for everything. For freeing me from slavery, for giving me a new chance at life, for treating me like you do. My husband.” She whispered softly at him, knowing that he couldn't hear it, but still feeling the need to tell him.

“Hmm…I love you too, Kamali.” He mumbled faintly in his sleep.

Kamali flinched. For a moment, she felt the urge wake him up and ask him if he really meant it, but abandoned the thought. Was that his subconscious speaking? If so, it really was how he felt. But how? Had he really fallen in love with her? After such a short period of time? What should she think about it? She breathed in deep and tried to make sense of it all. Then it dawned on her: She loved him too. The thought seemed to have come out of nowhere, but she realized it was the truth. It didn't matter that she had only known him for less than two days. Not only had he married her, he had made her happy beyond her wildest dreams, treated her with utmost care and tenderness, made every moment he spent with her pure bliss. She realized that the kindly, handsome warrior was the very best she could have ever hoped for in a mate, and if she couldn't fall in love with him, who could she love? With newfound resolve, she decided to tell him that she loved him. She would tell him, first thing in the morning and she could hardly wait to greet the new day with her beloved husband at her side.

Just like her first night with the kindly warrior, she once again drifted off into a blissful slumber with his warmth enveloping her entire being, feeling happier than she had ever felt in her entire life.

The End.